tossing and turning on my bed twelves hours ago,wasn't exactly sure of what i had been thinking about,but i know i was thinking about something,something that is bothering me that i couldn't get to sleep,not on a daily basis.things had been said and heard over and over,but i felt i was left speechless.
you left me speechless.mouth yet,stitch.
another word is just gonna be another growing distance.
pushing,pressure.
it's between you and me,me and you.just.
never felt a little less guilty or not implying a single shit.

whose talking now?
what's going on our heads?
what has yet been said?
what we do now?

disgusing mistakes with goodbyes?
god forbid.me neither.

isn't what i wanted.
is for us to see.